Tuesday, 10 January 2012

BUTTERFLY

One fine morning a butterfly was born
from it's nest it had wriggled and torn
it's feathers red with tiny white spots
long antennas and eyes sparking a lot
it flew in air making rounds and rings
very, very proud of its beautiful wings

the sun bright and the breeze pleasant
the flowers nodding happily its ascent
ready to give their sweet nectar and honey
in return they never ask money
nature always humble and polite to all

whether rich, poor , big or small.

but this cute butterfly proud to the core
thought little of the danger and its beauty more
flew near a park where children played
fluttering its wings in pride it swayed
Alas a boy caught it in delight
now think off the butterfly's plight

SO REMEMBER CHILDREN

pride comes before a fall
to be humble is good for all
to scale the heights of success wall
hard work and simplicity the needed ladders, after all
the more you bend the more we stand tall